Song Jianfeng is now a mud Buddha crossing the river, unable to save himself. The newly arrived Secretary Xu of the Provincial Party Committee is very weak. Governor Zhu seems to have taken control of the power and begins to redeploy personnel to regain lost ground. As a direct descendant of the former Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, Song Jianfeng is here
Listed as being cleared.
Cleaning up requires a process. After all, he is the director of the Provincial Public Security Bureau. He cannot be exempted from the situation. During this window period, Song Jianfeng also has to play games and will not give in easily. It is okay to ask him to step down, but there must be an explanation and he cannot treat the people below him badly.
, arranging the fate of subordinates is the bargaining chip for Song Jianfeng to step down.
In Song Jianfeng's list of people to take care of, Liu Handong's name was at the bottom.
…
When Liu Handong came out of the inspection team, he first called Geng Zhi and reported that he was fine. Geng Zhi told him to come back immediately. There were a lot of things waiting for him.
After taking a taxi back to the brigade, I heard applause in the conference room. I walked over and saw that the commendation meeting was over. A third-level police officer in a white shirt walked up surrounded by people. When he saw Liu Handong, he stopped and said: "This
Is it Liu Handong, the Thunder Runner?"
"Report, I am Liu Handong!"
"Young man is very motivated, work hard." The leader came over and patted his shoulder, nodded and left.
Liu Handong asked Fang Zheng who came out from behind: "Who is that?"
"Detachment leader." Fang Zheng replied quietly.
After the leader left, Team Geng held another small meeting and said just one sentence: "Thank you for your hard work, go back to the back office to collect your bonus."
There was a burst of cheers.
Brigade Geng arranged a few more people on duty, announced the adjournment of the meeting, and came over to ask Liu Handong: "What did the inspector say?"
"It's just a matter of routine, just explain things clearly."
"Okay, you've worked hard. I won't be on duty tonight. I'll give you a night off."
Liu Handong smiled bitterly. After joining the anti-narcotics brigade, his time was no longer his own. It was even harder than working in the riot control unit.
Because a major case was solved and the drug manufacturing factory was destroyed, the city bureau rewarded everyone with two to three hundred yuan. Liu Handong received two hundred yuan. When it was time to get off work, Brigade Geng suggested that everyone
Let's eat skewers together, and the police officers started to ring, asking Team Geng to treat us.
"No problem, I'll treat you!" Geng Zhi patted his wallet.
Suddenly the cell phone rang. Geng Zhi looked at the caller number and quickly answered it respectfully: "Hello, leader. Thank you for your hard work. What instructions do you have?"
Everyone snickered, and Liu Handong nudged Fang Zheng with his elbow: "Whose call? Captain Geng is so serious."
"Hehe, who else can it be? His wife."
Geng Zhi finished the phone call with a grimace on his face: "I'm sorry, comrades, I can't eat kebabs tonight, I have to go home."
Everyone started making noises again, saying that it had been a long time since Brigade Geng had paid the public rations, that my sister-in-law was empty, lonely and cold, and that if she didn't go back, her head would turn green.
Captain Geng wasn't angry either. He picked up his bag and went home from work. Liu Handong didn't have to be on duty tonight, so he followed him out.
"Xiao Liu, where do you live? I'll take you there." Geng Zhi opened the car door and got in. Due to the special nature of anti-drug work, he drove a bus but had a civilian license plate.
"I live on Tiezha Street." Liu Handong said that since he rushed to the anti-narcotics brigade to report for duty the day before yesterday, he has not been back for two days and two nights.
"Just in time, I live in Huanghua Community, come on." Gengzhi opened the passenger door.
Liu Handong got in the car, and the two of them drove home without saying anything. When they arrived at the gate of Huanghua Community, Geng Zhi suddenly reduced the speed of the car and shouted to a group of children on the roadside: "Geng Chuhan!"
The little boy squatting and playing on the roadside turned around and shouted excitedly, "Daddy, daddy!" He rushed over and opened the car door, trying to push Geng out of the car.
Geng Zhi turned off the engine, got out of the car, and was dragged by his son to a group of children.
"This is my dad! I have a dad, believe it or not." the little boy said proudly.
The children nodded like garlic.
"Son, let's go home." Brigade Geng picked up his son and returned to the car. Liu Handong had already gotten out: "Captain Geng, I'll leave first. It's very close. I'll just walk over."
"Okay, see you tomorrow." Brigade Geng started the car.
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It was already half past six when Song Xinxin got home from get off work. She opened the door and saw that the room in the serviced apartment was dark and there was no sign of Mao Ya. She was startled. She looked around and found Mao Ya hiding. Under the table, looking very scared.
"Mao Ya, what's wrong?" Song Xinxin squatted down and asked softly.
"I broke something." Mao Ya lowered her head and said.
"What's broken?" Song Xinxin looked around. The house was as clean as ever and she didn't see anything broken.
Mao Ya pointed at the iPad and said, "This one is broken. It doesn't light up."
Song Xinxin took it over and clicked the round key. It was not broken at all.
Mao Ya was puzzled, but Song Xinxin understood. The tablet screen automatically went black. Mao Ya thought she had broken something expensive and was frightened, so she hid under the table.
"It's not broken, it's fine. Let's see what delicious food mom brings you." Song Xinxin took out the KFC takeout and ate it with her "daughter". Mao Ya had obviously never eaten such high-end junk food, and she ate it with relish.
I still have to lick my fingers when I'm done.
"Is it delicious?"
"tasty!"
"Do you still want to eat?"
Suddenly Mao Ya stopped talking, carefully wrapped the burger in his hand with wrapping paper, put it in the paper box and closed it.
"What are you doing?" Song Xin asked curiously.
"Go to the hospital tomorrow and bring it to grandma to eat." Mao Ya said seriously.
Song Xinxin felt her throat was blocked and she wanted to say something but couldn't.
After dinner, Mao Ya tidied the table, cleaned it, and wiped the table with a rag. She was not as diligent as a child of her age. It's no wonder that Mao Ya always followed her grandma to do sanitation, let alone the cleaning of the house.
In terms of sanitation, she even cleans the streets.
Song Xinxin began to think about how to sleep. She had been living alone since her grandmother passed away, and suddenly there was an extra person in the house. She was really not used to it.
"I want to go home." Mao Ya whispered.
"Isn't it good here?" Song Xin asked curiously.
"Okay, but this is not my home."
"Where is your home?"
"On the street." Mao Ya couldn't give a specific address, but Song Xinxin knew that the home in Mao Ya's heart was the house that Wang Fengxia rented.
"Okay, mom will take you home to have a look, get some things, and then come back to live there, okay?"
This time Mao Ya nodded.
Song Xinxin made a few calls and found out Wang Fengxia's temporary residence address. She took a taxi to Tiezha Street with Mao Ya. Mao Ya's "home" was a rental house here. There were two simple and simple houses at the door of the messy courtyard.
The wreaths were sent by colleagues from the Environmental Sanitation Department in a collective name.
There were two people sitting in the yard. Their straight trousers and spotless leather shoes looked like they didn't belong here. They were discussing the aftermath with Wang Fengxia's son and daughter-in-law. Song Xinxin did not step forward to interrupt, but listened quietly to the side.
"Mr. Zhang, your mother has passed away. People cannot be resurrected after death. It is better to focus on the living. In this way, my client promises to give you 30,000 yuan in condolence money first. If you can cremate the body as soon as possible, I will give you more in addition.
Fifty thousand yuan, a total of 80,000 yuan, please think about it."
Wang Fengxia's son Zhang Xiaozhu is an honest farmer, but her daughter-in-law is very shrewd and negotiates on her husband's behalf: "My mother-in-law is only sixty and can still work for several more years. She lives frugally and supplements our monthly salary.
My miserable mother-in-law was bitten to death by animals..."
As the wife spoke, she wiped away her tears and put pressure on the other party.
"Let's do this. After cremation, I will add another 20,000, but you have to sign something and promise not to pursue the case again." The lawyer is used to seeing this kind of rural woman, so he will not be suppressed by her. The so-called concession is just a strategy.
"Add another 20,000 yuan, and the total is only 100,000 yuan..." the daughter-in-law murmured, "My mother-in-law's monthly salary is 1,000 yuan, which is more than 10,000 yuan a year. If I work for another ten years, it will be 100,000 yuan. If I work for 80 yuan, it will be 20,000 yuan."
One hundred thousand..."
The lawyer sneered: "That's not how the account is calculated. Your mother-in-law's monthly salary is 600 yuan, plus various subsidies and overtime pay, which makes her just over 800 yuan. She still has to pay rent, raise a found granddaughter, and save money on food and drink.
, it costs three to four hundred a month. Besides, Wang Fengxia is already sixty years old and suffers from various chronic diseases. Not to mention that the Environmental Sanitation Department cannot let her work until she is seventy or eighty years old. Even if she can, she will be covered with injuries and hospitalized by then.
Medical treatment is a big deal, can you afford it? Now that the person is gone and everything is over, and you won’t be allowed to pay for the funeral expenses, what else do you want to do? You might as well take 100,000 yuan home, without spending any effort. Anyway, you are still a mom like this.
I don’t come here once in two years.”
The daughter-in-law is also a role in the countryside. After hearing the lawyer's words, she started to stare: "Why are you city people so unreasonable? One hundred thousand dollars will buy a life. You don't treat us rural people as human beings. One hundred thousand dollars,
Absolutely not!”
The lawyer took off his gold-rimmed glasses, wiped them slowly, and said kindly: "Okay, you go and file a lawsuit. You can go ahead and file a lawsuit. I'm afraid you don't know the power of Boss Li in Omi. He is a member of the Provincial Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference.
There are many connections in the city, and besides, he is also a victim. The two Tibetan mastiffs are worth tens of millions, and they are gone just like that. He is also very angry. If you go to court, you won't get a penny!"
Another young lawyer next to him was responsible for making a fool of himself, "Sister, why bother? The people don't fight with the officials. Look at the courts and the petitioners in front of the government. Are they useful? Besides, even if you win the lawsuit, your mother is already sixty years old.
, the monthly salary is just this little, and the compensation awarded by the court may not be even 100,000 yuan. Listen to my advice, take the money and go back quickly. Why bother with these useless things? How about this, I will help you pay it.
Go ahead and file a lawsuit with the Environmental Sanitation Department and you will definitely get a compensation. I can be your lawyer and I can give you a 20% discount on the fee. Is it public money? It is different from private money. This lawsuit is easy to fight."
Seeing that the other party was showing signs of retreating, the gold-rimmed glasses immediately added: "Don't you have a son who is attending a technical school? If you agree to sign the document, Mr. Li will consider arranging a job for your son."
Zhang Xiaozhu and his wife looked at each other, felt that it was almost done, and nodded together.
The lawyer took out a document that had been prepared and asked them to sign it, and then handed it over 30,000 yuan in cash. The wife took it and nodded one by one with her saliva. She even took out the bills that were not right and pointed them at them.
Look at the watermark under bright light and inspect it meticulously.
After counting the banknotes, Zhang Xiaozhu picked up the pen, signed his name on the agreement, pressed his fingerprint, and wrote a receipt.
"Then we'll leave first and pay the balance after cremation." The lawyer completed his task and stood up to leave.
After the lawyer left, Zhang Xiaozhu and his wife were overjoyed. The daughter-in-law said, "It's worth it. The third aunt of Old Xu's family in our village was hit and killed by a car last time, and we only paid 70,000 yuan. Our mother's death is not a loss."
Suddenly I heard a voice next to me saying coldly: "Your mother was sold for one hundred thousand yuan, are you still human?"
"Who are you?" Zhang Xiaozhu and his wife looked at this strange tall woman in black. They knew the little girl next to her. She was Mao Ya, an orphan picked up by her mother.